17. Reed
My heart is beating so hard that I genuinely think there might be something wrong with me.
Can you have a heart attack from being too turned on?
Maybe I should have listened to my mom and gone premed instead of following my passion.
Then I might be able to explain what is happening to me, because what the fuck?
How the hell did I find myself in between two of the hottest men I have ever seen, with both of their attention solely on me?
Matteo is an unapologetic whore, and I have come to really like that about him.
He fucks who he wants, when he wants, and doesn’t care who knows it.
It’s admirable really, even if it does leave a sharp longing pain in the center of my chest. He’s so undeniably free that I can’t help but gravitate toward him.
We have struck up a friendship in the last few weeks, but I can’t say I ever imagined us like this.
Of course I know he’s hot. His Columbian heritage gives him that perfect mix of being tall, dark, handsome, and completely irresistible to most. His olive skin has become even more sun-kissed than normal, thanks to the Mediterranean sunshine, and his dark wavy hair has looked perfectly tousled all night.
Not that I can see him right now, no, Wilder’s fingers are still in a tight grip around my chin, keeping me in place.
Wilder is another story entirely. We haven’t become friends, and have in fact only truly connected on two occasions.
When we fucked, and when we kissed. Both experiences were hot in equal measure, and I thought that would be it.
He was drunk when we fucked, and stopped talking to me after we kissed, so I figured we would just go back to our working relationship.
He’s been different tonight though, hell, he’s been different since what happened at the top of the castle, but I didn’t really put my finger on why until now.
His green eyes held me captive as Matteo took out my cock, and instead of being filled with need, they were filled with something much more dangerous than that. Jealousy.
And it isn’t the first time tonight that I’ve seen it.
It happened earlier at the club when the waiter was hitting on me, and yeah I half contemplated his obvious interest, but I wasn't actually going to go anywhere with him. Not that Wilder would have let me clearly, but how could he be pissed about that, but not about his friend sucking my dick?
Matteo’s hand is hot against my shaft, his tongue teasing me gently, but it’s nothing in comparison to the heat in Wilder’s stare, when he brings his focus back to my face.
There is something inexplicable about being the reason he looks so damn conflicted, and fuck, it’s intoxicating.
I don’t remember him looking at me like this the night we met.
Yeah there was lust in his eyes, need, but it was more the need to lose himself.
Now he looks as if he might kill someone if he doesn’t get what he wants.
It’s so visceral that I can almost taste it, and I hiss when his hand slides down around my throat at the same time Matteo sucks gently on my tip. “Fuck.” I can’t help but curse, getting lost in the sensation of both of them, and Wilder grunts in approval.
“His cock is fucking beautiful,” Matteo groans, lapping at my head like I am a damn lollipop, and Wilder’s stare flares with anger.
“I said suck it, not fucking talk about it,” he snaps, and for some reason the controlling tone of his voice makes my cock throb against Matteo’s tongue.
I’m under no illusion about who is in charge here, and when Matteo starts to take more of me into his mouth, it isn’t his name I moan.
“Wilder,” I grit, my hand reaching out and gripping his shirt, just so I can hold onto something. “More, please.”
His eyes dance in delight, but still he directs Matteo, his free hand sliding down my body until he can fist it in his hair. “Did you hear how he begs? He’s being so good, now show him what that mouth can do.”
Matteo doesn’t hesitate, following Wilder’s order instantly, licking me with a practiced expertise that allows me to see exactly how he beds so many conquests.
He lavishes my length with attention, licking me until I am drenched in his saliva, before sucking me deep into his mouth.
Pleasure burns at the base of my spine, but it’s not from his mouth, it’s from the intense way Wilder is watching me.
Our eyes remain locked, as Matteo bobs up and down on my shaft, sucking me gently until Wilder rips his head up. “He needs it rougher than that, don’t you, Blue?”
I’m nodding before he has even finished his sentence, and I feel Matteo grin against me. “I fucking knew it.”
Neither of us confirm the suspicions he clearly had, but Wilder smirks. “Just shut up and do as you’re told,” he snaps, using his grip on Matteo’s hair to guide him back down my length.
Matteo splutters instantly, his spit spilling down my cock, but Wilder doesn’t relent, just keeps dragging him up and down roughly.
I hit the back of his throat and groan, my chest heaving in breaths now, and Wilder watches me like I am the most fascinating thing he has ever laid eyes on.
I can feel my orgasm already building, but I could easily stay in this moment forever, as long as he keeps looking at me like that.
Wilder Miles might be an asshole, but he’s also a master of seduction, and he is playing me like a damn puppet. It’s as if that night on the balcony he awoke something new inside of me, and now here he is, doing it all over again.
My cock pulses against Matt’s tongue, throbbing with need, and I press myself harder into Wilder’s touch. “I need more, please.” My pleas have him tightening his fingers around my neck, coming so close now that I almost think he’s going to kiss me again.
“I love it when my toys beg,” he grunts against my mouth, pulling my lip between his teeth, tugging on it roughly.
“You two are making me so hard,” Matteo groans, gasping in a big breath, but Wilder forces him back to my cock without responding to him.
Then he releases my neck and starts tugging on my shirt. “Get this fucking thing off.” He almost seems annoyed, which is weird, because why would he be, but then he grips the fabric between his hands and rips it in two, until he can drag it from my body completely.
Holy shit.
The action alone has my balls drawing up with the need to come, and it’s like I am no longer in control of my own body. “I’m going to come,” I grit through my teeth, as Matt continues to suck me hard and fast, but then Wilder is ripping him away from me.
“I’ll finish him off,” he tells him firmly, wrapping his own fist around my cock and jerking me roughly.
Matt watches with rapt fascination, as Wilder twists and glides his hand up and down my length until I explode completely.
Cum shoots from my cock, covering his fingers, until I am panting and breathless, but he’s not done.
Only once he has wrung every drop of pleasure from me, does he let go, bringing his cum-covered fingers up and shoving them past my lips.
“Clean up the mess you made of my hand, Blue,” he taunts, stroking my tongue back and forth, until all I can taste is a mixture of me and him.
“Tan egoísta,” Matt snaps beneath his breath, the meaning completely lost on me, but Wilder smirks.
“Sit down while I give you a nice show,” he sneers, already tugging at my half-off pants, until I am completely bare in front of them both. Then he is manhandling me until I am on my knees on the sofa, with my ass in the air and my head facing Matteo.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, as he purposely tosses my pants off the side of the boat without a care in the world.
Then his hand is being wrapped round my throat from behind, as he makes himself flush with my body.
“Fuck indeed, Blue, because I’m not going to be gentle, you’ve pissed me off too much,” he seethes into my ear, the fabric of his clothes scraping along my skin, until he releases my throat and forces my face down into the leather sofa.
I have no idea how I have pissed him off, but I hear the telltale sound of his belt being ripped open, before his hands palm my ass cheeks and spread them roughly. Then he spits on my back hole, all hot and dirty, before rubbing it in with his fingers.
“Mierda,” Matteo hisses, and when my stare flicks up toward him, I find him completely focused on where Wilder is touching me, his cock hard and in hand, as he jerks himself slowly.
He’s so close I could reach out and taste him, my mouth watering at the thought, but before the thought can take place, Wilder is tugging me back.
Just like that night on the balcony, there is no warning before one of his fingers pushes inside of me, and I groan at the intrusion.
I really had forgotten how good he was at this.
He massages me slow and deep, snapping his finger in and out with firm strokes, forcing my cock back to life.
One finger quickly turns to two, and he grunts in approval, as I take them with ease and push back against him, silently begging for more.
I don’t care that we have an audience, not when his fingers feel like heaven, and I know his cock will feel like hell.
“Need something, Blue?” he taunts, slowing his movements, forcing me to buck back even more until he laughs menacingly. “Beg for it, and maybe I will let you have it.”
“Wilder, please,” I plead instantly, and I can picture the expression on his face without even looking at him.
His fingers find my prostate and massage it effortlessly.
“Please what?” I open my mouth to respond, but he cuts me off with a harsh smack against my ass, spanking me forcefully.
“Please fuck this tight little hole and make you scream my name?” Smack.
“Please fill you up until you are crying for more?” Smack.
“Please make you mine so you remember exactly who you belong to?” Smack.
“Mierda,” Matt grits again, which I think means fuck, and well, fuck indeed.